She had passed on Mother's Day. Shortly after their son had been born. She had never even gotten to see him or touch him. She had been whisked away to surgery immediately following the birth because of severe complications. She had been asking for her son, fading in and out of consciousness all the way to the operating room.
Sonny had been by her side, holding her hand as the gurney moved fast, so fast. "You'll make it Amanda - I know you will. I'll be praying for you - everyone will. You're strong. Fight."
"Fight. . ." he said one more time as he released her hand and she disappeared behind gray doors. He didn't even get a chance to tell her that he loved her. And as it turned out, that was last time he ever saw her.
Despite his desperate prayers his wife didn't make it.